Have I taken the time to meet myself
Only rushing by with my mind on a shelf
Do I take life seriously or look at it hysterically
What is the difference between happy and sad
Is it the same as being glad or mad
Who knows what my mind will conjure
up next
Will it be something evil or something good found in my text
Do I have an inner compass that points to who knows where
Had I instead looked you in the eye and laughed, cried, or swear
The confusion seems to be the basis of my thoughts
I heard from my past what God has wrought
The answer to my curious mind
Hoping to find it before I do the crime
March 5, 2023
Mark Waldrop
The Honey Bee, by all earthly accounts, shouldn't even be
Not knowing it can't fly, it doesn't even have to try
A marvel of engineering made, no one knows how long ago
Navigates today's world even when buzzing very low
Their social system seems to exceed ours by far
Not fighting amongst themselves for an invisible star
Each has a job to do, assigned by the Creator of the universe
Their lives run so smoothly, never having to rehearse
The moral of this story, I think, should be
Follow God's will for your life, just like the Honey Bee
March 4, 2023
Mark Waldrop
penned for my friends
Ernie & Renata Blevins
Blevins Bees, Coatesville, PA
Laugh, Think, and Cry each day before you die
Meeting God's Son Jesus' eye to eye
By doing this, you will never have to worry again
About having eternal life starting from within
March 4, 2023
Mark Waldrop
How many wins have I won along the way
We're my wins for me or others; I helped today
Winning a worldly game takes much effort and planning
A spiritual win comes from much prayer and understanding
Loosing many physical games in life
may cause some excess strife
My spirit within me lifts me up and sets me free
Those looking from without may say
How can you continue this way
By holding my head up high and leaning on Jesus, I continue to pray
March 4, 2023
Mark Waldrop
Far future. Portrait of handsome man in worker denim shirt looking into distance, holding hand over eyes and watching horizon with attentive view. indoor studio shot isolated on blue background
Every living being is in search of its beginning
To feel its Masters touch that keeps it living
My desire to find the One that Loved me so
To create my very being and make me whole
The Love that dwells up within, to even imagine I have such a friend
Who can create something with life and love it to the end
My mind can not fathom such a power to make me
Then Loving me enough to set me free
Only the Living God has that Power to be
March 4, 2023
Mark Waldrop
Summer lakeshore scene displayed through a transparnt glass ball in Cold Lake, Alberta
Focus on your family your religion and Almighty God Himself
By doing this, the rest of your life will take care of itself
There will be times you may stumble and start to fall
Jesus extending His arms breaking you from them all
Keep your eye on the Heavenly prize
The race you will win
Putting your faith into practice over and over again
March 4, 2023
Mark Waldrop
If I could see this blue marble through the eyes of a child
There would be no more hate
Only flowers that grow wild
Love would abound, warm smiles and hugs
Taking only time to chase lightning bugs
Not being aware and free from all cares
In a beautiful world where no one swears
Time to wake up and face reality
This only lives in my dreams I see
This old cruel world is full of hate and sin
Accepting Jesus gives a new view from within
March 4, 2023
Mark Waldrop
His music was of such great Worth
It had to be heard
He thought and thought and made the
Little Bird
Morning noon or night, all of His Creatures sing to His Delight
As the day breaks, as the sun sets, His Symphony continues in the night
His Greatness never being withheld from His promised land
His Love and Mercy directing His Holy band
All creatures with life bow down, lifting their voices to the sky
Worshiping their Devine Maker seated on High
When all earth is silent, and there is no more sound
Heaven will be ringing with Heavenly
Music all around
March 4, 2023
Mark Waldrop
The Evangelist is a rare breed of man.
Traveling from Church to Church to do what he can.
Old-time Evangelists brought the Holy Ghost to town.
All the Old Folks get to shouting and dancing all around.
That's what they called Old Time Revival coming to town.
More often than not, preaching in a tent something about a Crown.
Scared us boys we mostly stayed away.
We were afraid the Spirit would get a hold of us and change our ways.
There was always a baptizing in the creek after they left town.
We snuck and watched to see if anybody drowned.
After getting older, I appreciate my Christian Heritage.
My Grandparent's Religion is my inheritance.
March 3, 2023
Mark Waldrop
Is the modern-day librarian becoming a lost art?
I certainly hope not. Lord help me if I lose my smarts.
So much faith and hope oozing from those books on the shelves.
They are telling stories of every kind that better ourselves.
Picking the exact experience from the shelves
It’s much like taking a trip to enjoy ourselves
Handing the book to the Liberian with a smile on her face
Watching her place the stamp in just the correct place
Holding a book is like renewing a relationship with an old friend
So many new stories to hear rippling off my soul in the end
My mind drifting all over the world
where all of its quaint beauty is unfurled
No tickets to buy. No large crowds to navigate
I am soaking up the words for my soul to regenerate
No chance of catching an obscure disease from this far-off land
Just simply falling asleep with my passport in my hand
March 3, 2023
Mark Waldrop
